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>Be me
>17 whitey normal fag
>Marching band
>Worst decision I ever made in my life
>Senior year
>Thank god I don't have to do any of this anymore
>Going fine
>Band director comes to my section with nigger girl
>Nigger has glasses thicker than Remy LaCroix
>Director introduces nigger
>"Hello everyone this is Anon, I hope you will treat her well"
>Director scurries off quickly
>Confused.jpg
>Then it hits me
>The putrid smell of crime and lack of a father, if crime only smelt like rotten eggs and not taking a shower for years
>Try to be kind and talk to nigger
>Nigger talks slower than a sloth move
>If I had know it earlier I would have thought I was in an black version of Forrest Gump
>Days go by
>Our first competition
>All is good, about to go on field to preform
>All goes well, performed well
>Gets off field
>Looks at niggers feet
>whatdidIexpect.jpg
>Nigger is wearing tennis shoes not marching shoes
>Equivalent of not wearing our jersey in football or your singlet in wrestling
>"ANON, WHERE THE HELL AR YOUR SHOES"
>Nigger is zoned out
>Repeat twice
>Nigger finally responds
>"Uhhhh because they hurt my feet"
>Whole band is pissed
>Days go by
>After school rehearsal
>Getting tired of the stench
>Thinks of good roast
>"Hey Anon, do you like basketball?"
>"We Wuz Kangz And Shiet"
>Take that as a yes
>"Well have you ever heard of Kevin Durant's younger brother, Deo Durant"
>Trying to stop by self from laughing
>"No neva herd of ham"
>"Never used it either"
>Whole band starts laughing
>Nigger is confused
>Nigger still doesn't understand to this day
>Mfw when I tricked a stinky nigger into saying they don't know what deodorant is
>17 whitey normal fag
>Marching band
>Worst decision I ever made in my life
>Senior year
>Thank god I don't have to do any of this anymore
>Going fine
>Band director comes to my section with nigger girl
>Nigger has glasses thicker than Remy LaCroix
>Director introduces nigger
>"Hello everyone this is Anon, I hope you will treat her well"
>Director scurries off quickly
>Confused.jpg
>Then it hits me
>The putrid smell of crime and lack of a father, if crime only smelt like rotten eggs and not taking a shower for years
>Try to be kind and talk to nigger
>Nigger talks slower than a sloth move
>If I had know it earlier I would have thought I was in an black version of Forrest Gump
>Days go by
>Our first competition
>All is good, about to go on field to preform
>All goes well, performed well
>Gets off field
>Looks at niggers feet
>whatdidIexpect.jpg
>Nigger is wearing tennis shoes not marching shoes
>Equivalent of not wearing our jersey in football or your singlet in wrestling
>"ANON, WHERE THE HELL AR YOUR SHOES"
>Nigger is zoned out
>Repeat twice
>Nigger finally responds
>"Uhhhh because they hurt my feet"
>Whole band is pissed
>Days go by
>After school rehearsal
>Getting tired of the stench
>Thinks of good roast
>"Hey Anon, do you like basketball?"
>"We Wuz Kangz And Shiet"
>Take that as a yes
>"Well have you ever heard of Kevin Durant's younger brother, Deo Durant"
>Trying to stop by self from laughing
>"No neva herd of ham"
>"Never used it either"
>Whole band starts laughing
>Nigger is confused
>Nigger still doesn't understand to this day
>Mfw when I tricked a stinky nigger into saying they don't know what deodorant is
